Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.